Sunlight pierced through the sparse leaves, falling upon Bai Lu's forehead.
The wind parted her choppy white hair, and her silvery-white eyelashes fluttered gently.
"My... ch... ild..."
The voice drifted from a great distance.
She scrambled to her feet and saw a blurry figure sitting before her, one that looked very much like the Elf King from her memories. Although she couldn't make out his face, she could hear the tender care of a respected elder in his voice. Her body felt like a flower meeting the sun, relaxing as it stretched out.
The Elf King said, "The cataclysm has begun. Only... screw your mother!"
Bai Lu's eyes fluttered open in a daze.
"Screw your mother! That's my damn armor!"
The scenery of the Elf Forest and the Phantom of the Elf King all vanished. Before her was a crowd of foul-mouthed, brutish soldiers squabbling over weapons and armor.
"QUIET!"
The barbarian woman, Lin Nuo, bellowed like a lioness, and the chaotic scene instantly fell silent.
